Pierced
Imperfect as we are, how can we
begin to grasp the intensity
of His pain, that immense agony
of suffering for humanity?
To be unblemished, yet have to be
the one to bear such cruel mockery,
body nailed to a cross unjustly,
His heart and soul pierced for you and me.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
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